If it takes a natural force to create a person then the seas must have kissed your eyes.
A sweet explosion of golden sand and brightest blue.
You may paint them and play out the lashes, but nothing can truly add to or take away from your beauty.
I guess what I mean is that perfection is unaffected by paint or powder.
True, but I feel more.
I guess what I mean is I hope you only paint for you.
True, but I feel more.
I guess what I mean is your seas are already striking.
True, but I feel more.
I guess what I mean is the beauty within is only matched by the beauty behind them.
True, but I feel more.
I guess what I mean is that I like your lenses because they make your waters more clear.
True, but I feel more.
I guess what I mean is I could fall in and not even realize that I am drowning.
True, but I feel more.
I guess what I mean is that perfection is only found in nature.
True, but I feel more.
I guess what I mean is that your eyes must be natural.
True, but I feel more.
I guess what I mean is that the eyes are the window to your soul, and the beauty therin.
True, but I feel more.
Let them drown me.
Carry me under as a reckless sailor.
Reckless
Careless
Stricken with the blue.
You know, they say that a drowned man's soul never rests.
I hope that's true.
Because who would want to rest if they drowned in your eyes?
I guess what I mean is that you are perfection.
I mean.
I know there are dark creatures in the seas.
Would they be so beautiful weren't it thus?
And yet.
I am unafraid.
I mean it.
I want to be closer.
Pull me in.
Drown me.
I mean it.
